Of Kings and Pawns | By : tenohikari Category: +. to F > Code Geass Views: 5631 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Title: Of Kings and Pawns
Pairing: mainly Schneizel x Lelouch (more to come)
Summary: The Order of the Black Knights has handed over their King in return for Japan. However, with Zero claimed dead and Lelouch in his grasp, Schneizel is only a couple turns away from claiming checkmate on the entire world.
Disclaimer: Sunrise owns Code Geass and all I own is this piece of fan fiction and I make no money writing this whatsoever. So please don’t sue me.
Warnings: M-Rated for lots of pr0n, incest, and violence.
Additional Warnings: Written in spare of the moment with OCCness and tons of grammar and spelling errors.
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Chapter 10
Lelouch awoke with a throbbing headache and a one armed embrace. Both were unexpected since it wasn’t what he was used to feeling first thing in the morning… or noon, as he stared blearily at television’s digital clock. Sitting up, he winced as a familiar pain shot down his backside just like the last time he woke in this bed. To his side, Schneizel was sleeping soundlessly. No mystery there, but his body still felt strangely hot and sweaty.
Half conscious, he made his way over to the bathroom. Upon flicking on the light switch and seeing his reflection in the mirror, he quickly turned them off. He felt ambivalent about taking a shower, not sure how steady his legs were and so he settled for taking a damp towel to rub himself down briefly. He wrapped a dry one around his waist and proceeded out to hunt for his clothes outside the bedroom.
That was when he heard a familiar ringing from his cell phone coming from the coffee table. He couldn’t imagine who would be calling him now, but walked over and sat down on his knees to pick the phone up. A heart-shaped locket dangled before his eyes and Lelouch’s voice was suddenly trapped within his throat.
“I’m alive,” he thought to himself because the words wouldn’t come from his throat, “I’m alive now because Rolo is dead.”
He squeezed his eye shut as the young boy with mousy brown hair and adoring violet eyes came into his mind. Thankfully, he was pulled a way from those heart wrenching memories when his body began to shiver. Lelouch looked around, wondered if he was sitting next to an air vent and pulled on the closest article of clothing on him – Schneizel’s outer coat – which he practically drowned in.
The ringing stopped and then was replaced with the familiar beeping that indicated he was receiving a text message, which he would prefer to answer since he couldn’t trust his voice.
“Lelouch, are you all right? Please call me or Milly. We’re worried – Rivalz.”
Knowing that his two friends were all right was probably the best news he’s heard in the past couple days. After the second battle for Tokyo, he had been worried about his friends at Ashford Academy, hoping the school hadn’t gotten swallowed up by the FLEIJA as well. He sighed while leaning back against the sofa, pulling the jacket tighter around him which smelled faintly of Schneizel’s cologne.
“I’m fine, Rivalz,” he began to text back, “I can’t talk to anyone right now, but I’m glad you’re both okay – Lelouch.”
Why did it feel hotter again? Was the heater on? He debated on going to take that shower until he heard more beeping that came less than a minute after his last message.
“Thank God! Is Rolo with you? – Rivalz.”
Biting his lower lip, Lelouch couldn’t help but take the locket between his fingers. He stroked the surface of it affectionately before pressing down on the release, opening it. A tiny image of his and Rolo’s smiling, carefree, faces stared back at him. He remembered during the previous year, before regaining his true memories, he and Rolo had taken this picture in a camera booth at the mall. Lelouch remembered, that he had carefully cut out and placed this image inside the locket himself before presenting the gift to Rolo for his birthday; Nunnally’s birthday.
Little sister. Little brother. Both gone.
He quickly closed the locket shut and willed himself not to cry. If he shed tears now, they would never stop.
‘I must live for both of them.’
“Yes,” Lelouch text back, “He’s with me.”
Hours later…
“That is all that has been scheduled for the agenda today,” Kanon concluded while applying antiseptic to the lacerations that adorned his prince’s shoulders. He couldn’t help but smile when the Second Prince’s all-business expression was broken by a frown of displeasure when he paid more attention to the cuts that were a vivid red upon his milky-white skin. All the while, the perpetrator sat uncaring on the bathroom counter.
“If anyone other than myself were to see these,” Kanon nodded to the marks, “how would you go about explaining them?”
“Why, the truth of course; that a wild animal attacked me.”
The Second Prince began to put on his shirt, shrugging his shoulders in an elegant manner. That deep violet eye that was glaring at the numbers on a thermometer quickly targeted him. Despite the look of doom he was receiving from the bathroom’s third occupant, Schneizel continued, “A beautiful yet deadly black panther that we happened to find in the wilderness; although unruly at first, it was finally tamed into submission.”
Kanon chuckled as he put away the first aid kit. “That does seem a bit farfetched, my lord. Not even Princess Carline will believe such a tale.”
“She might be ignorant enough to believe a black panther is the equivalent size of a domestic house cat,” an annoyed voice commented while turning his attention to those numbers again, “and you do have one onboard this ship for some reason.”
“Really Lelouch,” Schneizel spoke in a light scolding tone, “you shouldn’t speak of our younger sister in such a way, and do you have something against Sir Kururgi’s pet?”
“That cat caused me a lot of anguish…I’ll never forgive it.”
The soon to be First Prince only frowned at the memory of chasing Arthur around the entire academy to retrieve his stolen mask and had to use Geass on anyone who saw. It was truly a low point for him, to be nearly exposed by a stray feline. While he was glaring in memory, both men in the bathroom blinked and exchanged confused glances. They then silently decided it was better off not knowing about the daily double life of a teenage terrorist.
Schneizel finished dressing and stepped over to where his younger sibling was sitting, taking the thermometer from his hands. “The triple digits do not lie. You have a fever, and it is your own fault for not drying off properly.”
The former unmasked Zero, Leader of the Black Knights and Enemy of the Empire, sulked as he stepped down from the counter. “Aspirin?” he asked hopefully.
“I’m sorry, little brother,” Schneizel sounded sympathetic, “but we only have medication in the form of suppositories. I would be most obliged to assist you with…”
“Arghh!” Lelouch all but groaned as he stormed out of the bathroom.
Chuckling after him, Schneizel then slipped on his gloves before collecting his coat before putting it on. He slid his hands into the pockets and frowned slightly as his fingers turned up empty in their search. Before opening the door, his aide stared back at him curiously.
“Is there something the matter, Prince Schneizel?”
“This is a new coat,” the prince noted, “where is the one I wear previously?”
“Its being dry cleaned with the rest of yours and Lelouch’s clothes,” Kanon began and suddenly it dawned on him, “Did you lose something?”
The door suddenly opened and both men turned their attention to Lelouch, who ignored them, and made a bee line towards the medicine cabinet. The raven-haired prince’s face darkened as he held up a bottle of aspirin. He looked like he wanted to throw at the older sibling who was now smiling innocently back at him.
“Liar…” he hissed before exiting in the same manner he had before.
The brunet’s lips were trying not to quirk into a smile as he tried to keep a serious face, turning to his liege once more. His blue eyes could easily see that Schneizel actually appeared disappointed he could not administer that other medication himself. Then Kanon remembered his previous question.
“What was it, sir?”
“Never mind, Kanon,” Schneizel decided to dismiss the matter. It was shamefully not the first time he had something washed on accident. “It’s not important right now.”
~*~*~*~*~
The mission report takes days to go over every single detail known about the World of C, the Sword of Akasha, and Geass. It probably would have taken less time if the key witness hadn’t caught a fever and tended to zone out during the first meeting. Fortunately he had recovered on the second day; but on the third was giving his brother the silent treatment and Suzaku had to fill in. Such behavior seemed too juvenile for Lelouch and rather than being offended, Prince Schneizel seemed overly amused.
Seeing the two brothers interact with one another was all too surreal for Suzaku. They behaved as if they weren’t recently mortal enemies who had been at war with each other almost a week ago. As if Lelouch himself was never became a kin slayer and the infamous terrorist, Zero, or was ever exiled in the first place.
By the time they get to the collapsing Thought Elevator and former Emperor’ demise; both Suzaku and Lelouch are inwardly frantic to leave the Second Prince’s quarters that they have been confined to for the past several hours. Schneizel seemed to take pity on them; he allowed the teens to take a break and the meeting would resume later that evening.
What stunned Suzaku was when Kanon had recommended that he be the one to give Lelouch – Prince Lelouch – a guided tour of the Avalon. How was it that both the Second Prince and his aide suddenly trusted the former Enemy of the Empire so quickly when he himself was still unsure of how he felt? Lelouch was – still - his friend that much he knew, as long as Zero remained dead. Maybe he could even forgive…
“Nothing is unforgivable. I forgave him. I forgave him a long time ago.”
Shirley had told him the last time he had seen her alive. She had regained her memories somehow. Even after Zero’s war had claimed the life of her father, and he had used his Geass to make her forget; she still loved him. So why did she die?
Suzaku paused in his tracks and the dark haired boy stopped beside him. He did not speak, only tugged at his collar before turning to walk down a corridor leading them to a more private area. Footsteps echoed from behind, and he could almost feel Lelouch’s uncovered eye reading his every move.
They arrived in a dimly lit corner of the ship where Suzaku would retreat to when he wanted to be alone with just his thoughts. Save for the small yet distinct hum of the air ship, it was quiet. Lelouch only continued to stare straight ahead, waiting for the other to speak first.
“I want to continue our conversation from the cave,” Suzaku spoke finally, “everything you told me, that was all the truth, correct? Would you swear it… in Nunnally’s name?”
Lelouch winced at the mention of his lost little sister and fought the sudden anger over her killer’s audacity. If he was to step forward into his redemption, he wanted - no needed - Suzaku to trust him once more. No more lies. No more betrayal.
“Yes,” he spoke hoarsely, “I swear it.”
The Knight nodded and recalling the turmoil he felt on Kamine Island. “Euphie… you didn’t directly order her to kill all those innocent people. If it was an accident carried out by your Geass, why didn’t you just order her to stop?”
“I tried.”
“Why happened?”
“No, please… don’t make me! I don’t want to kill them!”
Lelouch shuddered as he relieved the memory that day, his expression a pained one. He remembered watching his innocent younger sister collapse on her hands and knees as she fought the Geass that was taking over her will. He realized it quickly as she held herself and shivered violently and he had dropped down to kneel before her. He had tried to order her not to forget his last words, knowing fully well that it was too late the moment she picked up his needle gun.
“You’re right; I must kill all the Japanese.”
“She resisted,” he spoke quietly, “because the misplaced order went against her very nature. I tried to cancel it… to make her forget, but my Geass can only be used a single time on a person. It can’t be cancelled.”
Suzaku took a few minutes to process the information, and as much as he loathed himself to admit it; perhaps Lelouch had been right about killing her. Otherwise, Euphie wouldn’t have stopped… she would have continued to kill while enslaved by Geass. It was only after that mortal blow, did she regain her senses.
“What about Shirley then?” he asked while watching the other boy wince painfully as if he had walked up and jabbed him hard in the ribs, “how did she regain her memories?”
“Jeremiah was given a Geass canceller by the Order. He was an assassin to kill me and must have given Shirley back her memories prior to hunting me down at Ikebukuro.”
The Knight of Seven’s brow furrowed in confusion, “Lord Jeremiah killed Shirley?”
“No,” Lelouch shook his head, “Shirley was killed by Rolo who was acting on his own, and he was convinced she was set out to kill me. So I ended up using both him and with Jeremiah’s assistance, I was able to track down the Order within the Chinese Federation. In which I lead the massacre that killed hundreds of unarmed men, women, and children.”
Suzaku paled. His mouth had fallen open. Viridian eyes widening in horror and disbelief; and he wanted to yell, to condemn, to walk away. However, he found that he could not, for a hundreds weren’t millions. He to, was covered and stained by so much blood.
“I thought I was doing it to avenge Shirley,” the former terrorist continued. “I wanted to get rid of the source of Geass that killed her. At that time I wanted to kill Rolo, by sacrificing him to immobilize their leader, the Emperor’s older brother, my… uncle.”
Lelouch’s sudden tone held enough malice that put the pilot of the Lancelot on edge. Suzaku had never heard so much hatred in his voice, especially when presenting him to the Emperor. The Knight was suddenly confused as those words seemed to sink in. The Emperor’s older brother? Surely as a Knight of the Rounds, he would have known such a detail. Then again, the Emperor did lie when he told Suzaku that he was the only one who knew of Geass. Yet Bismark, the former Knight of One, was also a Geass user.
“V2,” the prince all but spat, “the one who told you of my power; the eternal young boy who had given the Emperor his Geass as well as hundreds of others. He was my mother’s murderer. The monster who ordered Nunnally to become the witness that led to her being blinded and crippled by Geass. He was the reason why we were sent into exile.”
Suddenly, Suzaku understood that blinding hatred that was burning in one single violet and he could have sworn to have seen a red glow emanating from under the edges of that eye-patch. That seemingly little boy he met onboard the Avalon shortly after Euphie’s death; had taken everything from an innocent Lelouch and left him with nothing.
‘Zero.’
Suzaku pressed his lips into a hard yet grim line. Had he been in Lelouch’s place, would he have walked down the path of blood as well? Not liking where his mind was straying, he quickly tries to ask another question.
“Lord Jeremiah, is he under your Geass?”
“No. He was one of my mother’s guards, and serves me out of his own loyalty.” Lelouch can’t help but think fondly over self-proclaimed knight who continued to follow him, the man who was once Zero, who had made him a disgrace.
“I see,” the brunet said thoughtfully, “what about Lord Guilford?”
Lelouch flinched as he remembered the bespectacled knight who, under his own Geass, pushed him out of the way of the FLEIJA.
“Yes,” a voice spoke up from behind that startled both teenagers. Cornelia stepped forward from the shadows, glowering. “Tell me, Lelouch, what did you do to my knight?”
~*~*~*~*~
Schneizel moved his piece forward and leaned back to observe his current game even though the chair across from him was vacant. Though it is quite often he played this game without a living breathing opponent; and often preferred it this way as he can concentrate without having to engage in inane chitchat with nobles. From across the board, the black army had yet to move, and in the back row there was an empty square where the king had stood. In one gloved hand he fondly caressed the black king piece and grinned.
Schneizel couldn’t help himself early in morning after the fever finally broke. His brother had been too tired to resist or speak, and he was still so hot from the inside. He apologized afterwards of course; he even helped the still drowsy boy bathe before letting him sleep until noon. Lelouch was probably still very much upset with him.
“So what did the head of Toromo Institute say, Kanon?” he asked his aide who re-entered his quarters.
“Everything is going according to schedule, your highness,” the brunet answered while handing the prince a printed report he had received only half an hour ago. “I have also received word that remnants of the Office of Secret Intelligence have withdrawn from their post in Cambodia.”
Schneizel nodded as looked away from the game to read over the Damocles progress report. “How wonderful, with the reports of the Emperor gone missing and the Knight of One dead after the rebellion; I don’t have to worry about the OSI looking over my shoulder now that they have no one to report to.”
Kanon nodded his head and smiled. “It is just as you planned, sir. Separating Zero from the Black Knights has put a halt to the world wide rebellion; then convincing Lelouch to join us, and assassinate the Emperor has cleared a path to Damocles and to your throne.”
Taking a sip of his tea, the second prince hummed in agreement as he turned the page in the report and he was clearly pleased with the results. “Yes, and after becoming the Emperor I will increase productivity. Damocles could be fully operational in weeks rather than months.”
Looking back at the chessboard, Schneizel selected one of the right black pawns and removed it from the board. “Did you speak to Diethard?”
“He reported back that the Black Knights remain in the United States of Japan. The United Federation of Nations is still dealing with the crisis caused by the FLEIJA warhead. Speaking of which… Nina has declined the offer to return and has resigned from her position as the chief of In Vogue.”
Schneizel sighed, sounding almost tired. “Yes, I assumed she would. Although I was holding out hope that Nina would remain; perhaps it is for the best that she goes into hiding now that the world knows she created the warhead that instantly killed thirty-five million people. We have all the data and resources that we need now for mass production.”
In short, she had served her use and could now be discarded.
“The world knows the devastation of the FLEIJA. The UFN will either break apart and rejoin the Empire, or attack out of paranoia.” Schneizel set the pawn piece down to the side. He stared fondly at the black king piece, before placing it in his breast pocket next to the white one.
“Either way, I win.”
~*~*~*~*~
Kallen’s face was grim as she approached the infirmary. Taking a long deep breath she tried to dispel her own weariness before knocking. The door opened, and Ohgi smiles tiredly back at her. The deputy commander looks like he hasn’t slept in days.
“Hey, Kallen…”
He then steps aside to let her in. From the cot, with one of his legs in an elevated cast, Tamaki waved over at her.
“Yo!”
The Ace of the Black Knights smiles and sits down at his bedside while Ohgi hastily excused himself to get more coffee. Judging by the amount of Styrofoam cups in the trash can, it seems like he probably hasn’t slept all when left in command after Li Xingke had been gone to attend UFN meetings. She had never seen him looked so stressed… but that was when Zero was in command.
“Hey Kallen, write something on my cast.”
He pointed over to container of markers sitting on a counter and she reached up to retrieve them.
“None of that ‘get well’ crap. Write or draw something funny, okay?”
“Yeah, whatever.”
Kallen selects a random color and uncaps it; unable to think of something funny to write, she opts to draw. She tries not to think about how long Tamaki has to wear the cast or how he obtained it. However, the memory of her squad going out to retrieve his after failing to destroy the Shinkiro; Tamaki had been the lucky one to have only his leg practically crushed.
When she finished, Kallen realized that she had drawn Cheese-kun for some reason and nearly tried to scribble it out but was halted by Tamaki’s bark of laughter. Cheese-kun was the Pizza Hut mascot, and whenever they thought of pizza, they would remember her. C2, Lelouch’s accomplice, never returned to those quarters and had all but disappeared from the Ikaruga. Xingke assumed that she had fled with Rolo and Jeremiah. Even Diethard had gone missing.
“I hated that witch,” Tamaki said after rubbing his eyes, “but damn, I’m gonna miss her… and Zero… even if he was a lying scumbag.”
Kallen is proud she doesn’t flinch from those words as she begins to fill in the blob shape with a yellow marker. “Yeah, he was.”
“But he was your friend, wasn’t he?” Tamaki asked, suddenly serious, “and you never told us.”
She winces in guilt and sits back, unable to meet his gaze. “It wasn’t my secret to tell… when you guys were captured, Captain Urabe and I were desperate. The Black Knights was a dying resistance. We needed Zero back and…”
“I’m not blamin’ you, Kallen.”
“Huh?”
He shrugged and pointed at the picture on his cast, “you missed a spot; and no, I don’t blame you… and neither do Ohgi and the others.”
She obliges and fills in the spot missing with color.
“Friends watch each other’s back, that’s what they do,” he spoke while leaning back against the pillows. “That guy saved our butts when he returned, but we don’t owe him anything. Not after all the shit he pulled at the SAZ. He didn’t see us as his friends… hell, I don’t think he even saw us as people, just pawns, and…”
“You’re wrong,” she spoke up while adding a top hat to the drawing. “He did. I know he did.”
Tamaki stares at her for a long moment, watching her add motion lines to the drawing so if he were to tilt his head in different directions, it almost appeared that Cheese-kun were dancing. C2 would have been green with envy. Well she was plenty green already with all that hair.
“Tell me about him,” he spoke finally, “about the kid under the mask.”
Kallen lifts her head, completely surprised.
“It… it’s a long story, Tamaki.”
He raises an eyebrow at her and points to his cast.
“I ain’t walkin’ out of here anytime soon.”
~*~*~*~*~
“Is she still following us?” Suzaku whispered under his breath as he and Lelouch started to head back to the Second Prince’s quarters.
Lelouch nodded as he could practically feel his older sister’s heated glare burning holes into the back of his head. He had never expected to spill everything out to Suzaku so suddenly. Not even Schneizel knew this much and now Cornelia knew everything. However, she was nowhere near as forgiving or understanding as Suzaku. The former viceroy expressed that much after Lelouch had told her how he had controlled Guilford and she walked over to deliver a devastating blow to his face, however…
“You’re such a masochist,” Lelouch told his friend whose cheek was starting to match the deep blue of his cloak. “You should have just let her hit me.”
Suzaku resisted the urge to frown because it would most likely hurt. “She would have broken your jaw, and then we would never finish this meeting.”
The dark haired boy looked thoughtful before nodding. “You’re right. It’s a good thing she got you instead, since you have such a thick skull.”
Suzaku couldn’t help but smirk a little, and winced… it did hurt.
“You know… I hate you sometimes.”
Lelouch was about to retort until he saw Schneizel’s mad scientist approach them while merrily swinging his arms about. He looked like Christmas had come early. Well, perhaps it had for him, considering that the Shinkiro was now in Britannian custody.
“Hello there, Suzaku!” Lloyd Asplund beamed and adjusted his glasses as he noticed the dark bruise on the knight’s face, “You’re looking well!”
The brunet rolled his eyes, “is something wrong Lloyd?”
Milly’s former fiancé chuckled. “No, no, everything’s wonderful! I’m just sorry to tell you that the Lancelot’s repairs are going to take a little more time now that we have the Shinkiro to play with! The absolute defense shield is truly a thing of beauty, I almost feel like commending Rakshata… almost. Oh! Why, hello there, your highness!”
Lelouch blinked with that playful gaze was fixated in his direction, he glanced back behind him to see if his sister had caught up… but she was now standing right beside him. Then why…?
“And hello to you as well, Princess Cornelia!”
The soldier princess merely nodded. “Lloyd.”
Both teenagers tensed. Had Schneizel made an announcement about the return of the Eleventh Prince already? If so, why hadn’t they been informed?
“I was just on my way to inform that the repairs to the Shinkiro are now complete. So don’t worry Suzaku. I’ll be finished with the Lancelot and its upgrades in no time.”
“That’s excellent news,” Schneizel spoke, approaching the trio in the hallway. He then stood beside his younger sister who was eyeing him suspiciously. Clearly she was not pleased to have been left out of these meetings even if it was his coup. The Second Prince smiled at the Knight of Seven and his two siblings. “I was hoping we could finish up the meeting and have dinner. Dear Cornelia, I do hope you will join us.”
“Of course, Schneizel,” she spoke gravely.
He continued to smile and gestured for the three of them to follow.
However, Lloyd wasn’t finished.
“Prince Lelouch,” he called out – and making the said boy flinch involuntary – while holding up the bundle he had been carrying, “this is your school uniform and identification card, I believe. How strange, for your belongings to be stowed away within a password protected compartment inside that particular Knightmare frame…”
The scientist’s wear a Cheshire Cat grin on his face when he saw the color further drain from the two teenagers’. He then offered the bundle to Lelouch who at first was eying it like some cobra ready to strike before hesitantly taking it. Swallowing hard he looked down at his possessions that he had completely forgotten about while burying Rolo. The ID card of Lelouch Lamperouge was staring face up at him.
“Well, my work is done here,” Lloyd quickly spun on his heel, “Ta! Ta!”
The group stared after him.
“Well…” Suzaku began.
“Fuck,” Lelouch finished.
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End Chapter 10
Author’s Note:
So what did you think of my Lloyd? Too crazy? Not crazy enough? Okay, I lied – Chapter 11 will be the last chapter for this Arc because there are still a couple more scenes I wanted to add, and maybe more smut… anyway, please keep the reviews coming!
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